I Want Something to Eat, and Something to Drink

A little gentler.

Tales felt another wave of tightness in his chest.

With almost everyone wearing an unpleasant expression, Ricky coughed.

"May I take this as a successful deal?"

"Since we've helped you with so much—'trouble'?"

That pulled Roman, who had just completed his "artistic creation," back to reality.

Wing of Legend slowly turned around and walked toward Ricky.

His steps were slow, yet they carried a rhythm that made one's heart tremble.

Clay and Josh stared at the Baron before them, the sight of him making them shudder. They wanted to force themselves forward, but Ricky stopped them.

The mercenary leader met him head-on without the slightest fear.

"My lord?"

Roman and Ricky met each other's gazes, one indifferent, the other composed.

The people around them grew tense. Many mercenaries and cavalrymen tightened their grips on their weapons.

The Royal Guard instinctively gathered together and moved closer to Tales.

But Tales lowered his gaze and sank into deep thought.

At last, after several suffocating seconds, Wing of Legend gave a cold snort through his nose.

"Take your people and get as far away as you can. Bladefang Dunes no longer welcomes you."

As soon as he said this, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

"And if you dare come back..."

Roman did not finish.

Ricky smiled and nodded.

"Good. That's fair."

"Then, good luck? And... pleasant cooperation?"

Ricky extended his hand.

But the indifferent Wing of Legend did not even glance at it. He simply walked past him toward his own subordinates.

Ricky raised his brows and helplessly withdrew his hand.

At Frank's signal, the cavalrymen in the front rows sheathed their weapons.

"Great," Kuaishang whispered gratefully behind Tales.

"No more fighting."

On the other side, Roman led his white horse back and loudly issued orders to those